Fear Me
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“He also stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. My mom left my dad because of him.”
“Why would Keiran have anything to do with your mom leaving your dad?”
“Because he convinced her to divorce him and abandon her own family.” I heard rumors some time ago before Keiran was arrested that Trevor’s parents were getting divorced but how would Keiran be involved?
“So, why frame me?”
“I needed a fall guy. You were always going to be it even if you did help me. I have to tell you sweetheart I did not count on you denying me. It would have made my task a lot easier too. I mean, who knew you would be in love with the guy after all he did to you.”
“I’m not in love with him.”
“Oh yes, you are. After you said no, you could have just walked away but no, you even tried to warn the guy and he crushed your poor little heart right there in the cafeteria. Tsk. Tsk.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“The whole school knows that Keiran wants you. Damn near craves you. Everyone except you, that is. But instead of just having you, he fucked with you. Made your life a living hell. That’s got to be the most fucked up foreplay I ever heard of.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I continued to deny. In truth, I was blown away by what Trevor was revealing and a part of me knew it was true.
“Come on. Even Anya knows Keiran wants you. She thinks you’re a threat and I have to say you are way hotter than she is. That is why she helped me.”
“Anya helped you? But she is Keiran’s girlfriend.”
“Yeah, in her head she is.”
“So what? You wanted her too?”
He shrugged. “I told her sending Keiran away for a little while was a small price to pay to make him get over you. She stole your phone and called the tip in as you. Simple. My father and I handled the rest,” he grinned.
“You’re fucked in the head, you know that?” I wanted out of that stall and away from his craziness. Keiran should be looking for me by now.
“Careful now. You don’t want to make this worse on yourself.” Cold dread invaded my body at the look in his eyes. “Make what worse?” I asked on a shaky breath.
“Keiran humiliated me on the court today and in front of the town, the school, and my father,” he said through clenched teeth. “What better way to make him pay than to take what he wants most? I really should have done this instead of framing him.” Without warning his lips slammed onto mine causing me to gag as I fought his grip in the confines of the stall.
“No!” I screamed when I felt his hand slide up my skirt. The other gripped my left breast roughly. I tried to bring my knee up for his balls but his legs made my immobile.
Just as I started to panic and desperation set in as I fought for what felt like my life it was over. I was left gasping for breath when Trevor was ripped away and I was gently lifted out of the stall. I looked over just in time to see a formidable looking Keiran snap Trevor’s right arm in half with a sickening crunch of broken muscle and bone. The last thing I heard was his blood-curling scream of pain.
Chapter Seventeen
A male voice was speaking somewhere close as I begin to wake up in a room that smelled like antiseptic and fresh paint. “She doesn’t seem to have suffered any injuries so when she wakes up she is free to go home. Has her parents been notified?”
“Her aunt is her guardian and is currently out of town but she has been notified and is expected back tomorrow morning.”
My eyes flew up at the mention of my aunt returning home and why. This could not be happening.
“Lake, honey, are you awake?” The voice sounded like Willow’s mother.
“Mrs. Waters?” My voice sounded groggy and my throat was dry. I looked to my right and saw her standing near the doctor. I wasn’t surprised she was here. My aunt listed her as an emergency contact because she was frequently on the road for book tours and research.
“It’s me. How do you feel?”
“Fine. Wha—what happened?” I was confused as to how I ended up in the hospital for the second time in my life…
Keiran.
“Keiran, did he –”
“Oh that devilishly handsome young man in the waiting room? He saved you from the guy who attacked you. Don’t you remember?”
It all came flooding back to me at once and I found myself nodding.
Willow.
Trevor.
The locker room.
I felt sick and wished I didn’t remember at all when I thought about how his hands groped and pulled at me. I also felt guilty for assuming Keiran had done something to me. Wait. He’s here?
“Hi Lake, I’m Dr. Landing. You suffered a pretty traumatic situation. Are you feeling any pain?”
Dr. Landing, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, checked me over and asked me some routine questions He then informed me that police were waiting outside to ask me questions about the attack and he would send them in if I were ready.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone but I knew it was better to just get this over with. They came in and I answered their questions and repeated the confession Trevor told me before he attacked me. After they left, the doctor told me I was free to go and left. Immediately after they departed, the door to my room pushed open and in walked Keiran. I took in his appearance and instantly noticed the bloody, broken skin of his knuckles. He looked as broken as I felt.
“Why would Keiran have anything to do with your mom leaving your dad?”
“Because he convinced her to divorce him and abandon her own family.” I heard rumors some time ago before Keiran was arrested that Trevor’s parents were getting divorced but how would Keiran be involved?
“So, why frame me?”
“I needed a fall guy. You were always going to be it even if you did help me. I have to tell you sweetheart I did not count on you denying me. It would have made my task a lot easier too. I mean, who knew you would be in love with the guy after all he did to you.”
“I’m not in love with him.”
“Oh yes, you are. After you said no, you could have just walked away but no, you even tried to warn the guy and he crushed your poor little heart right there in the cafeteria. Tsk. Tsk.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“The whole school knows that Keiran wants you. Damn near craves you. Everyone except you, that is. But instead of just having you, he fucked with you. Made your life a living hell. That’s got to be the most fucked up foreplay I ever heard of.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I continued to deny. In truth, I was blown away by what Trevor was revealing and a part of me knew it was true.
“Come on. Even Anya knows Keiran wants you. She thinks you’re a threat and I have to say you are way hotter than she is. That is why she helped me.”
“Anya helped you? But she is Keiran’s girlfriend.”
“Yeah, in her head she is.”
“So what? You wanted her too?”
He shrugged. “I told her sending Keiran away for a little while was a small price to pay to make him get over you. She stole your phone and called the tip in as you. Simple. My father and I handled the rest,” he grinned.
“You’re fucked in the head, you know that?” I wanted out of that stall and away from his craziness. Keiran should be looking for me by now.
“Careful now. You don’t want to make this worse on yourself.” Cold dread invaded my body at the look in his eyes. “Make what worse?” I asked on a shaky breath.
“Keiran humiliated me on the court today and in front of the town, the school, and my father,” he said through clenched teeth. “What better way to make him pay than to take what he wants most? I really should have done this instead of framing him.” Without warning his lips slammed onto mine causing me to gag as I fought his grip in the confines of the stall.
“No!” I screamed when I felt his hand slide up my skirt. The other gripped my left breast roughly. I tried to bring my knee up for his balls but his legs made my immobile.
Just as I started to panic and desperation set in as I fought for what felt like my life it was over. I was left gasping for breath when Trevor was ripped away and I was gently lifted out of the stall. I looked over just in time to see a formidable looking Keiran snap Trevor’s right arm in half with a sickening crunch of broken muscle and bone. The last thing I heard was his blood-curling scream of pain.
Chapter Seventeen
A male voice was speaking somewhere close as I begin to wake up in a room that smelled like antiseptic and fresh paint. “She doesn’t seem to have suffered any injuries so when she wakes up she is free to go home. Has her parents been notified?”
“Her aunt is her guardian and is currently out of town but she has been notified and is expected back tomorrow morning.”
My eyes flew up at the mention of my aunt returning home and why. This could not be happening.
“Lake, honey, are you awake?” The voice sounded like Willow’s mother.
“Mrs. Waters?” My voice sounded groggy and my throat was dry. I looked to my right and saw her standing near the doctor. I wasn’t surprised she was here. My aunt listed her as an emergency contact because she was frequently on the road for book tours and research.
“It’s me. How do you feel?”
“Fine. Wha—what happened?” I was confused as to how I ended up in the hospital for the second time in my life…
Keiran.
“Keiran, did he –”
“Oh that devilishly handsome young man in the waiting room? He saved you from the guy who attacked you. Don’t you remember?”
It all came flooding back to me at once and I found myself nodding.
Willow.
Trevor.
The locker room.
I felt sick and wished I didn’t remember at all when I thought about how his hands groped and pulled at me. I also felt guilty for assuming Keiran had done something to me. Wait. He’s here?
“Hi Lake, I’m Dr. Landing. You suffered a pretty traumatic situation. Are you feeling any pain?”
Dr. Landing, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, checked me over and asked me some routine questions He then informed me that police were waiting outside to ask me questions about the attack and he would send them in if I were ready.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone but I knew it was better to just get this over with. They came in and I answered their questions and repeated the confession Trevor told me before he attacked me. After they left, the doctor told me I was free to go and left. Immediately after they departed, the door to my room pushed open and in walked Keiran. I took in his appearance and instantly noticed the bloody, broken skin of his knuckles. He looked as broken as I felt.
